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Ensnared In A Vampire's Embrace

{WARNING MATURED CONTENT. R18+} "You're following me again," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of emotions. From the depths of the shadows, a mysterious figure emerged, his long coat billowing dramatically. His eyes, crimson as blood, seemed to penetrate her soul. He advanced slowly, his voice a seductive murmur in the frigid air. "You really do spoil the fun. How do you always sense my presence?" he purred, his breath visible in the cold atmosphere. Isolde, her fists clenched and lips quivering, confronted him, her anger palpable. "How many times have I told you to stay away from me?" she demanded. The mysterious figure drew closer, his gloved fingers encircling her waist, his touch as cold as the winter night. With a graceful tilt of her chin using his slender fingers, he whispered, "I've told you before, I can never leave your side, for we are bound together for eternity." ••• I hope you all will enjoy this one. Discord: Kuchi_G #4215 You can contact me if you have any questions about the story. Happy reading ಠ‿ಠ.

Kuchi_G_ · Fantasy
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89 Chs

Twilight Waltz At The Crimson Hour.

Under the veil of a typical night in Emberforge state, nobles sought refuge in the grandeur of the Ember theatre, a sanctuary of theatrical marvels brought to life by the most renowned actors dwelling in the heart of Emberforge.

The theatre itself was a testament to opulence, adorned with intricate architectural details that whispered tales of craftsmanship. An aglow marquee, fueled by gas lamps, proudly displayed the ornate lettering announcing the ongoing productions. As patrons approached, the ambient sounds of horse-drawn carriages clattering on cobblestone streets added a nostalgic charm to the anticipation in the air.